Inchcock Today – Saturday 23rd November 2019: I’ve had better days, no chinwags. Tsk!

1 Nov 23

2019 Tnov 23

Saturday 23rd November 2019

Finnish: Lauantai 23 marraskuuta 2019

0Nov 23

02:35hrs: I woketh up, in need of the Porcelain Throne. Ah, back to normal at last again! This entailed, of course, the immediate removal of my over-carrion carrying cadaver, from the £300, second-hand, hideous beige-coloured, c1968, sometimes-working rickety, recliner. (The one that my xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. And he fitted new CCTC cameras, he erected a drone-landing platform outside and searched for my valuables, which he found and took, (I still haven’t got them back yet seven-months later) And off to the wet room.

 Which went exceptionally well, considering the right Neurotransmitter-failing affected right side and leg, was showing signs of its desire to do a mock-imitation of a Neuropathic Schuhplattler dance routine. As I hobbled jerkily into the hallway, the thoughts of what I must look like if I was on camera, forced a smile to my lips!

WDPH01LWD 51.51.153 b The little skips I had to occasionally incorporate into my so-called ambulatory actions, to avoid banging into the four-pronged walking stick and tripping myself over, really was hilarious. Even when as I left the room, and a little kick-out knocked the corner display, stubbed the toe, and sent stuff tumbling to the floor – but the need for the Throne, left no time for checking on things!

WDP 12dI got into the room and whipped down the jammies and PPs, again, so timely, well, just in time! I’m getting good at this! It was another of those unbelievably nervous-making, worrying ‘Will the system cope with it?’ moments. Not to mention the ‘Where’s it all coming from?’, question. Oh, I’ve said it now! Haha! And, there was no bleeding from Harold’s Haemorrhoids, or Little Inchies fungal lesion, either! Another satisfying smile sneaked onto my mush!

Finally, I got washed up and into the kitchen. Where I put the kettle on, then sorted the handwashing onto the airers. Then I remembered the posology nurse not arriving for her or his appointment this week. Of course, these things are always recalled at the weekend when nothing can be done the issue, and it gives me time to forget all about it again. Tsk!

6Sat03I went to check on things at the front door, something told me to, the EQ I suppose. I found a begging circular that was for the previous tenant Margaret, and a leaflet; ‘Do you want to be alone on Christmas Day?’ Well, I worked for 20 years alone on Christmas Day, well, night, in Security. Now I’ve spent the last eight years worth of Christmas Days on my own, not seeing a soul. So, I’m well used to it by now. Nice thought though, thanks to the ‘Festive Loneliness is Real’ team. As for getting to Bestwood to collect a free meal, with no buses running, I could walk it in about two/three hours, I suppose; if I did need a festive meal? Getting it back home with it would be a little speculative. Hehehe! 

The usual droning, whining noise all around was more annoying than ever. There was even a few early morning bangs, clangs and knocks, I hope everyone is alright. I feared that I was making some noise, that had prompted retaliation. But I couldn’t think of any sound I’d made.

6Sat02aI made another brew, and took the medications to the computer desk, and started it up. (The computer, not the counter!)

WDPG02RWD 51.51.153 b Then as I was about to start on downloading the photos from yesterday, the Tinnitus kicked-off. Moments later, the saccadic eye movements began, making concentration terribly tricky. The morning’s combination of the surrounding humming-droning, with the tinnitus joining in, and now, the eyes jumping all over the place, made working on the lactarium all but impossible! These seem to have brought on my abulia. Things were going downhill suddenly. At least the myasthenia gravis is not so bad, so it isn’t all doom and gloom. At least I can type betterer than earlier on. I thought about doing an Ode about the Ailments? It might cheer me up doing a funny one. Yes, after getting the blog done, I’ll see if I can come up with some inspiration going. Haha!

I got the Friday post finished and posted off. Then went on the TFZer Facebooking. Next, the WordPress Reader.

Then made a tentative start to this post. Later on to the ‘Ode to my Ailments’ poem.

Got the funny ode finished and posted off. But with the graphics added, it took me about four hours to get done! Ah, well, it should come over as funnyish.

Time to consider what to eat now. Off to the kitchen and had a nosey around in the fridge and freezer. Selected the noshing requirement, none requiring any cooking, but a fair amount of preparation all the same.

Before I made a start, I took some photographs from the unwanted light & view-blocking window, hoping to catch the glumness and drizzle on view.

WD 51.51.153 b I forgot to make notes of which shooting mode I took them in, the same aspect on each one, but all in different settings. Tsk!

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6Sat17I buttered some milk roll bread and got the cooked beef off-cuts. Beetroot, pork pie, tomatoes, apple and mini swiss rolls on the tray. Ensconced myself in the £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating and rotting-away recliner. The one that bullying xyrophobia-suffering Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, while he was flat-sitting when I was in the Stroke Ward. He fitted new CCTC cameras and searched for my valuables, which he found and took. (I still haven’t got them back yet six-months later)

Then, I and put the Taken Two DVD on to watch while eating the feast. A decent effort, getting a taste-rating of 7/10 overall.

The regular nodding-off and waking soon started. More frequently than usual tonight. Every time I woke up, someone was being tortured, bleeding profusely or having eight-bells of crap knocked out of them! I gave up watching and switched to the TV. Nightmare Kitchens were on. But they were the same episodes as last night! But, this eventually helped me get to sleep.

Where I stayed, nocturnal-nibbling and wee-wee free, for a good five hours! Nice!

7 thoughts on “Inchcock Today – Saturday 23rd November 2019: I’ve had better days, no chinwags. Tsk!

  1. When I read that notice in your photo, I thought that Christmas alone would be the norm for you. Looks cold and cloudy out your way. After two days of rain, we had clear skies today, but it is still cold. Dinner looks to be more of a success today.

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    • Oh, it’ll be alright, Tim. I’m used to it nowadays, mate. Kook forward to it sometimes, mo medical appointments, no physio sessions… Ah! Hehe!
      Misty, with a drop of drizzle at the moment (0830hrs).
      I did betterer with that nosh. Which jst reminded me about the rice cooker lead. Tsk!
      TTFNski, Sir!.

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  2. Yes, “alone” needn’t mean “lonely”! I look forward to the alone time, frankly, though I make a point of making myself do things outside the home to be social or I’d become a hermit for sure!

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    • I’m with you on that, Doug.
      The only thing I miss, even now sometimes, are Lady and Cyril.
      The medical appointents, physio sessions and shopping get me out enough.
      Taketh care.

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